Dandelion
a pretty yellow flower
a small version of the sun
it basks in the warm summer breeze
until the day is done
chatting with the ladybugs,
and a very curious bee
it seems there is more to this flower
than what the eye can see
they spread across the grass
and steal the water from the reeds
it turns out these pretty flowers
are nothing but wicked weeds
yet we blow their seeds to make wishes
which allow them to grow and grow
since if they are so beautiful
why would we want them to go?
Scribbled in the margins
When Mary was a little girl she would go out to play
but she couldn't breathe. The air is toxic here.
the other kids would laugh at her and lead her far astray.
"One injection and you can escape from reality."
But Mary was sweet and Mary was nice so by the end of the day,
her mouth could no longer form the word "no"
the other children left Mary alone and went their separate ways.
It's just another gravestone. Nothing to cry over.
Favourite Things (from ‘The Sound of Music’)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
The Cat In The Hat Ruins Your Childhood
Dr. Seuss wrote the Cat in the Hat
He writes children's books all about that.
But back when there was World War Two
Seuss wrote political comics, too!
Some were about nationalism
Some were about Hitler and racism
Most of them were ignored by the Corps
Until way after the war.
If his comics had been seen
Before all of the fighting between
Then maybe we could have changed
The lives of so many estranged.
Olderhood.
As you approach olderhood,
let me assure you, you are understood.
You may feel as though you’re lost,
but let me tell you, you’re not.
You may feel hated,
but the opposite is true.
You may feel like a failure,
but everyone falls sometimes, you just have to get back up again.
You may feel too far gone,
but let me confide in you, you’re not.
You may feel unseen,
but let me inform you, your Father sees you.
You may feel hopeless,
but let me confess, there’s hope around the corner, just keep looking.
You may feel tired,
but let me declare, there is recovery in Him.
You may feel a lie,
but let me profess the truth.
You may feel bound,
but let me inform you, there is freedom.
I want to tell you as you approach olderhood,
don’t lose sight of who your Creator designed you to be,
don’t lose sight of the truth.
@adin
The “Chicken”
The children headed down the path
Their parents told them, “No!”
“Go ahead!” said Billy Taff
“Mother said I ought not go”
Billy and his dog stayed still
He sat upon his bike
The other kids rode down a hill
“Now I can’t see them, Spike!”
“Chicken Billy!” he heard that
Then suddenly a scream!
He saw a flying baseball cap
A flying wooden beam!
Billy and Spike went quickly home
Told mother what they’d done
His father tapping on his phone
Calling 911
The story in the paper sad
The kids who did not listen
They got hurt really bad
The ones who called him “chicken”
a message to my nieces + nephews
art is important
this we know is true.
it's in everything we do
even in the mornin'.
when steam fogs the mirror
after your early shower
do you draw a flower,
or maybe a bear having dinner?
do you walk in the kitchen
humming a tune
or skipping like a loon?
it's all art, if you have the vision.
now, you should see the truth.
any art is worth more than riches
because anything ambitious
has a beginning and end.
but art.
art and time are old friends
they can't let the other go
without feeling sad, y' know?
that's why they always make amends
and just keep goin' on, together.
ABC Mother
After women become a mother,
The child comes in the heart deeper.
Every moment forms a figure,
Go to the child as a healer.
Inner mind always joining,
Kindness makes it lining.
Mother is always normal,
Open and very personal.
Queen in the right world
Superior, tight and bold.
Under her vision, neve crisis
Wide view and avoid xerosis
Young and always zeals
Its mother she feels.